Life has been pretty chaotic the last 6 weeks since we closed on our house. We are now back in Texas after spending 3 1/2 weeks in Massachusetts with my sister and her family. We only had 6 weekend days to work with but we still managed to do quite a bit in such a short time. We visited family and friends that I haven't seen in quite some time, some over 20 years ago, and I really enjoyed catching up and seeing where they are in life now. We saw 5 of the Newport Mansions, cruised the bay on a tour of 10 lighthouses, hit the Newport beach, walked the city of Newport on a foggy night for a ghost tour, went to Martha's Vineyard, walked the cranberry bog, hit up the zoo, had dinner at some places on the water, went fishing, went bowling, played volleyball, played football, and enjoyed time with my nephews. Not too shabby for a working vacation.
Sleep has not come easy the last several weeks. I wake up each morning so exhausted but somehow I manage to climb through it. The mind can be such a blessing and a curse at the same time. How peculiar that the things I wish to remember I can't manage to remember for the life of me and the things I wish to forget I remember most vividly. I can't help but wonder sometimes who would I be without those vivid pieces of experiences? If they helped shape me into the person I have become then who would I be without them?
It reminds me of a conversation on a show that I used to watch...If you stare into the water of a lake you can see how calm and quiet the surface is. It is still and calm. If you throw a rock into the water then it begins to ripple and churn, no longer calm. You may argue and say that if we wait long enough that the water will eventually go back to being still and calm as it was before. It's true, it will. However, the rock is now at the bottom of the lake, so while it looks as it did before on the surface the lake is forever changed. That is what it feels like...like I'm a lake full of unwanted stones that live in the shadows below the surface...
I still feel like I am on eastern time and think I will try to hit the sack early for one night. Maybe I will dream of 2 digit temps hitting Texas this week instead of those stinky "stones" that keep ruining my beauty sleep :)
Cheers,
M E
Sleep has not come easy the last several weeks. I wake up each morning so exhausted but somehow I manage to climb through it. The mind can be such a blessing and a curse at the same time. How peculiar that the things I wish to remember I can't manage to remember for the life of me and the things I wish to forget I remember most vividly. I can't help but wonder sometimes who would I be without those vivid pieces of experiences? If they helped shape me into the person I have become then who would I be without them?
It reminds me of a conversation on a show that I used to watch...If you stare into the water of a lake you can see how calm and quiet the surface is. It is still and calm. If you throw a rock into the water then it begins to ripple and churn, no longer calm. You may argue and say that if we wait long enough that the water will eventually go back to being still and calm as it was before. It's true, it will. However, the rock is now at the bottom of the lake, so while it looks as it did before on the surface the lake is forever changed. That is what it feels like...like I'm a lake full of unwanted stones that live in the shadows below the surface...
I still feel like I am on eastern time and think I will try to hit the sack early for one night. Maybe I will dream of 2 digit temps hitting Texas this week instead of those stinky "stones" that keep ruining my beauty sleep :)
Cheers,
M E
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